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Oh, Great...

Who: Crowley, Christopher, Vicki, and ...?
Date and time: March 19, night
Where: City Park, Hospital
Rating: Worksafe, language
Summary: Crowley's unusually quiet, which may not be all that good...

Crowley grumbled and walked the park. It reminded him slightly of St. James park as there was a pond with ducks in it looking expectantly at him. Of course he didn't have any bread crumbs, that was the angel's duty. He was, in fact, eating an apple. He'd grown rather fond of the fruit over the many centuries.

And now that he was here, it seemed the angel was bound and determined to be locked in his bookshop. Joy. Now that Crowley had rational company that he, dare I say it, enjoyed, the bastard was hiding again. Crowley wondered just how bad it could be if they stayed here. He rather liked his world. He understood it. And this place was eccentric at best, downright bat shit crazy at worst.

He skipped a rock over the pond, narrowly avoiding a duck (that was now flying off with a start). He took another bite of the apple.

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Crowley looked over at the new person who didn't really seem like he'd been in this stupid city for too long. Too bloody cheerful, maybe?

And he frowned, admitting with reluctance, "I wasn't actually trying to hit it."

And then he smelt blood, any demon worth his corporeal form would recognize the scent. He sniffed the air and turned toward the scent and his eyes adjusted to the dark shadows beyond the lamp posts' reach to spot the prone form. "What the.....?"

"Thats good, it wouldn't have been very kind to be aiming at the poor things. They never did anything to anyone." Christopher blinked a bit as the man looked around sniffing. What an odd thing to do, but then it could be quite normal for whatever this place was, or wherever the man was from.

"Is something wrong?" The boy asked simply curious.

Blood indeed was heavy on the air. The worst was the laceration on her forehead, but skin had been ripped in many areas from the fight previous, as well as Vicki's wrist still being bandaged across the bite from having fed Henry earlier in the night. Well, in her night. Night where she was. Who knew how late it was in this strange area.

Still, she was unconscious. Whether her body hadn't realized the change, or the concussion was still settling it wasn't entirely clear, but she didn't move upon the grass. As one grew closer, they could see a fit woman probably in her early thirties. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans though they were ripped ragged in a few areas from the fight. Dark sneakers hid her feet and matched the black tank top and black leather jacket that she wore on her upper half. Though her body lay twisted, it was clear she was quite fit, possibly some sort of trained athlete or military woman.

Crowley stepped toward the body. "There's someone laying in the grass... Fuck! I knew I felt a variance in the field around here... Must be a new victim of this place...."

He knelt by the woman and lightly touched her shoulder. She didn't seem to be in that great condition with the wounds and all.

Christopher went forward, and knelt down next to the woman when he finally saw her. This was bad, she would need to see someone, but all he knew of this place was the great massive building with all the stores in it that was called a 'mall' where was a doctor?

"This woman needs help," he reached over to lift up her head, you always did that with injured people. "Where is there a doctor?" Though he was young he was trying to take command of the situation as if he were entitled, even known so little as he did. "I don't know enough to help her I can only clean the blood off and the dirt."

Hurt or not, Vicki's instincts were honed. She'd been shocked, concussed, through her mother's death, funeral, and then her mother dying again. Needless to say, her body hadn't been the quickest to respond at first. But now there were people touching her and the left over adrenaline kicked back in even if the fight was long over. The last thing Vicki had known was a mad scientist throttling her with that long, bent metal shelf.

Now feeling a touch on her shoulder, she waited until she could get a brief sense of position and she reacted on instinct alone. Just as Christopher's hands were coming down to her head, Vicki jerked up, her right had in a fist to give a vicious right cross in the direction of Crowley's chin. She panted hard, body in over drive once more as she instinctively prepared for a fight. Once through the punch she scrambled backwards, fingertips trying to reach for her gun tucked in the back of her pants.

Crowley hadn't expected the hit at all and fell on his ass from the force of the blow. "Ow..." He touched his hand to his jaw lightly. "You hit me... Jeez, lady, what's got your knickers in a knot?"

The woman seamed rather lively for someone who was obviously hurt badly. He wasn't sure what to do, didn't you usually put those sorts to sleep? But, you weren't suppose to sleep if you hit your head. He felt at a loss.

"Excuse me madam, but you do not look well at all. Perhaps we could find somewhere and see to your wounds, then we can discuss what is going on?" Christopher did not act as if this was unusual behavior, though deep down inside he was at a loss, he was just good at bluffing.

It took Vicki another second to actually get her gun out of the back of her pants. Hurt or not, bleeding or not, she wasn't going to let them get the jump on her again. Of course, in the dim light she could barely even see them save for two vague shapes in the shadows. Her night vision was pretty much gone even with her glasses on. Still, she kept her gun leveled in their mutual directions as she backed up a few feet, only slightly limping. Adrenaline was a great pain killer.

"I want to see my mother's body. Where did you put her??" Vicki growled out carefully, flickering a brief look over her shoulders but she could see -nothing- in the shadows. If her mother's corpse was still near, and that seemed unlikely, she couldn't see it no matter how much she wanted. She breathes out hard, trying to get a sudden bearing on her surroundings. This wasn't the lab any more. The smell of death in the air was gone. What the hell had that woman done to her? "...Where am I?" She demanded, a touch more calmly than before but still with a severe, commanding tone to her husky voice.

Crowley's brow arched. "Bloody hell, lady... It's just us three here in the park. There aren't any bodies here, so I don't know about your mother's. Uhm.... Sorry for your loss..." Admittedly, that last line sounded rather awkward.

"As for where you are... That's a good question. I don't think there's a name for this place.... But I can definitely tell you it's not in your world, or any of ours for that matter."

Christopher let the older man talk, keeping his gaze to the odd woman. He wasn't sure what was going on, but it seemed quite obvious that she had found herself here when in the middle of something very important. He didn't know what to say in that situation so chose to not say anything.

He continued to sit meetly on the ground, only adjusting himself slightly to be more comfortable. "This realy is an interesting city."

Vicki didn't let her gun waver in the least, still too much riding on these moments to let her guard down. God, she hurt. She just wanted to scream, or cry, or do anything possible to reach out and find her mother alive again and now she wasn't even anywhere near the woman's body. Vicki frowned at Crowley's first words, and then the other man's exclamation about this place being an interesting city.

"Not in my... world? I was in Kingston. Ontario. You know, up in Canada. I can't imagine I've gotten all that far. Did you see a girl? Blonde hair, blue eyes? Lab coat? She... she must have left me here. Gotten rid of the bodies, so to speak." Vicki's adrenaline was quickly ebbing as she realized that Catherine was gone, Number Nine was finally, truly dead, and her mother was no where near here. There was nothing more that she could do so her body was stopping the fight.

Crowley shrugged. "I didn't see any girl, but you. I don't know how you got here. Fuck if I know how I got here... One moment you were wherever you were and the next you were here."

He frowned some. "Fuck... Good thing Aziraphale isn't here.... He'd be chomping at the bit to do some bloody good and perform a miracle or two..."

"Sadly it appears to be as he says. I too found myself here unexpectedly. I don't think this is anywhere near Canada, I myself came from the English Alps before I ended up here." He wondered what sort of situation she had been in, whatever it was it looked like it had been life or death.

"I still think someone should look at you before there are anymore questions. But," he shrugged. "If you don't care about that no one can force you."

Very, very slowly, Vicki began to lower her weapon. These men were innocents as much as she was and this place was not Canada. It was warmer, for one. The grass was fresh and springy, not dead and dried from the winter. There was no park in Kingston set up like this. She couldn't see really, but all of her other senses tended to compensate for that in the dark. And her simple instinct said something was very, very wrong. Beyond her dead mother knocking on the window wrong. This was demon summoning wrong.

She released a shaken little breath as she finally tucked her gun back into the waist of her jeans, making certain the safety is still on before her slightly trembling hands fell back to her side. "I... I can clean it up in a bit. I don't think it's too bad." Or she's in shock, but then she'd been numbed since she got the phone call about her mother's death. This was no different from that. "Where -are- we, then?"

"I couldn't rightly say. It seems this is a self-sufficient city providing us with all we need... Everyone here is like us, pulled from their world without any warning or explanation. Some of us have magics, some of us not exactly human, and some of us are what most people would call normal. I personally, would like to go home, but not without Aziraphale. Wouldn't be right to go home and leave him here..."

"Sadly I must take the gentleman's word for it. I only just found myself here recently," he spoke while getting to his feet. "My name is Christopher" He gave a small formal bow. "I don't know who this man is."

Vicki nodded quietly in their directions, "I'm Vicki. Vicki Nelson. I'm a private investigator out of Toronto. I'm here with ... Or, I was with Mike Celluci, Toronto Police. Don't suppose any of that matters right now." She breathes out slowly, offering her hand in Crowley's direction, then towards Christopher. She's managed to keep to her feet this long but now that adrenaline is mostly worn off she's looking just a touch shaky. Still, for as bad as she looked when she was down she must be a spitfire tough girl.

"I'm Crowley.... Uhm.... You really do look like you need a doctor or something...." He frowned. "And I don't think we have any doctors yet, but I know there's a hospital just down the road.... I could drive, I guess..."

"Lets go there, they should have bandages and stuff at least." He took her hand to shake it, and then offered an arm if she felt she needed to lean on him.

Turning to Crowley he looked a bit surprised. "You have a car? can I see it later?"

(Taking this to a fresh reply so we aren't all text-squished)

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